|exploring the world of imagination through all open doors|
The wind whispered through me, like fingers
Tracing silently across still waters,
Etching abstractly, designs of both fractions.
Within the same contemporary chorus, love
And hate reside on the same staff---Where their songs are so opposing that the Harmony blends fluidly.
Two sounds contrast yet compliment,
Like the wind---silently composing for Orchestras of leaves
And the rain's--violent pounding choir.Yet thier harmonies compelled even the
Amateur Strauss, Bach and Handel,Who find solace and inspiration between
Bars of contrasting color.Where the music tells a lively story,Vividly intricate.And momentarily the wind is pale and
Soothing, to exchange with the vi...